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C/V. Yeah, I know, what a shock <g>.
NC-17, for explicit m/m sex
This is a PWP. And a PASS – pure and simple smut <g>. It's
loosely based on how hubby and I have spent several Saturdays this
year, though, sadly, our exertions didn't end this way. We do have
kids in the house <g>. Much thanks to RubyJ and Jean for the
beta and the prodding … er, I mean encouragement <g>. Y'all
are the best. And, Ruby, thanks for the title!!
NOTE: No Vins were injured in the writing of this fic. No, really,
I swear. Poor boy doesn't quite believe it himself …
Larabee, quit messin’ around!” Vin prodded with more than a hint
of impatience. “Y’ gotta get it in the hole!”
blew out a hard gust of breath, increasingly frustrated by his inability
to get the tip seated properly. Hell, it wasn’t like he’d never
done this before! “I’m tryin’, Vin,” he ground out through clenched
teeth. “But you’ve got to hold it steady!”
the hell do ya think I’m doin’?” he asked irritably, his muscles
aching from the strain of holding his awkward, half-bent position.
“Yer aim is off, is all. And it don’t help that ya keep jigglin’
it around like yer doin’. Jist find the hole an’ push it on in so’s
we c’n get this done!”
too goddamned small–”
th’ exact same size as it’s been ever’ other time an’ ya ain’t had
no problem gettin’ it in before!” Vin snapped, his own frustration
flaring. “Ya need me ta get ya a sniper scope?”
narrowed his eyes and scowled down at his lover. “What I need,”
he growled, “is a little more cooperation and a little less lip.
Not to mention a bigger hole.”
tellin’ ya–” But he broke off abruptly, knowing they were both hot
and tired and frustrated, and dangerously near an argument. He drew
a deep breath, held it a moment and then released it slowly, getting
his temper under control. Then he studied Chris, taking in the man’s
sweat-plastered hair and darkly flushed face, the tight set of his
jaw and his clenched muscles. Recognizing all the signs of an impending
explosion, he mustered a small, conciliatory smile. “Mebbe we need
t’ take a break.”
Chris raised his head sharply and glared fiercely at Vin, his pride
stung by that suggestion and the implication behind it. “You sayin’
I can’t finish this?”
sighed and shook his head, but wisely refrained from rolling his
eyes; Larabee just never did take that well. “All’s I’m sayin’ is
that we been at it a while now,” he said in a placating tone. “We’re
both hot an’ tired an’ likely sore some. And,” he arched a brow,
his blue eyes accusing, “at least one of us is gettin’ pissed. Y’
keep goin’ on like this, yer jist gonna end up damagin’ somethin’
Chris leaned forward and fixed a withering stare on Tanner. “I suppose
you think you could do it better?”
winced and raised a hand to brush the heavy mass of his sweat-sodden
hair off his neck, wishing mightily for even the faintest breath
of a breeze. Why the hell couldn’t Chris just get this done so they
could hit the shower, grab a couple of beers and cool off? “Shit,
cowboy, it ain’t rocket science!” he said in exasperation. “Ya jist
plant the goddamn tip in the hole an’ go from there. What the hell’s
so hard about that?”
Chris grated, angered that Vin should choose now to question his
ability. “If you think it’s so easy, you can do it yourself. I’m
tired of tryin’ to keep the goddamned thing up anyway. We both know
it’s not gonna stay up any longer this time than it did the last,
and we’ll just have to do this all over again.”
heaved another sigh and pushed himself upright, grimacing and pressing
a hand to the small of his back as the muscles there protested his
change of position. “If we do, we do,” he said with a forced patience.
“Hell, I’m as tired ’a doin’ this as you are. I’d like fer us ta
get it up so good it ain’t ever comin’ down again! But we
both know that ain’t likely ta happen, an’ there ain’t no sense
gettin’ mad about it.” He winced again and arched his back, pressing
his other hand into it to knead his strained muscles. “I do think
we could use a break, though.”
obvious discomfort broke through Chris’s anger and, for the first
time, he thought about how long Tanner had been bent over in his
awkward position. “Hell, Vin, I’m sorry,” he breathed as a twinge
of guilt bit into him. A small, rueful smile tugged at one corner
of his mouth. “Guess I am lettin’ this get to me, huh?”
returned that smile with a lopsided one of his own. “Ya do seem
a mite fixated,” he allowed, regarding Chris with loving amusement.
He let his gaze drop to Chris’s right hand, saw the man’s fingers
clenching and unclenching convulsively about the length of steel
in their grasp, and sighed. He returned his gaze to Chris’s and
arched a brow. “Yer fixin’ ta snap that thing in half,” he said
wryly, then shook his head. “All this fuss over a measly screw.”
stiffened and lifted his chin as indignation kindled within him.
“It is not a ‘measly screw’!” he shot back, insulted by the
very notion. He thrust his hand up before Vin’s eyes, showing off
the wide head, study shaft and perfect tip of his prized … screw.
“This is two and a half inches of titanium steel that I chose especially–”
yeah, yeah,” Vin interrupted, waving him into silence before he
could launch into a detailed account of his obsessive hunt for just
the right piece of hardware. “It’s a screw, Larabee, bought
with twenty more jist like it from the Home Depot–”
did not get it at Home Depot,” Chris said stiffly, his sense
of propriety deeply stung. “I do not shop for hardware at Home Depot–”
that’s right,” Vin muttered, and this time he did roll his eyes.
“Y’ only buy that stuff from Scooter’s Buildin’ Supply–”
an’ all the other hairy-chested men who cain’t stand the thought
of buyin’ yer power tools an’ screws from the same place
that sells Southern Livin’ magazine, tulip bulbs an’ them
bathtub mats with the suckers on the bottom.” He snorted and shook
his head. “God forbid y’all might have ta park yer pickups next
to a Volvo with a soccer sticker–”
there a point to this?” Chris interrupted in irritation.
canted his head slightly to one side and, with an irreverent grin,
said, “Point is, cowboy, it’s jist a screw. An’ the hole is plenty
big enough fer it. An’ you,” he arched a brow, “need ta lighten
up. I mean, hell,” he shifted into his familiar hipshot stance and
jerked a thumb toward the minor reconstruction project that had
somehow begun to consume Larabee’s sanity, “we ain’t doin’ nothin’
more here than puttin’ up a mailbox.”
opened his mouth to argue, then snapped it shut again as he suddenly
realized just how ridiculous any argument would be. And how stupid
it would make him seem. He glanced aside at the sturdy cedar frame
they’d spent the past several hours repairing and reinforcing and
felt a flush of embarrassment creeping into his cheeks. Hell, it
was just a mailbox. Granted, this was the second time this
month and the third time this summer they’d had to put it up after
some supremely irritating vandals had knocked it down. And, granted,
getting it up so securely this time that the little bastards wouldn’t
be able to knock it down again had become something of an obsession
with him. But it was still just a mailbox.
gave a sheepish chuckle and shook his head. “I’m being an ass, aren’t
Vin drawled, his grin widening, “yeah. I gotta say, though,” he
swept his gaze slowly over the man before him, admiring the way
Chris’s sweat-drenched t-shirt and jeans clung to his long, lean
body, “ya do make a right purty ass. An’,” he dropped his voice
to a husky purr, “I do like it when ya talk about … screwin’ an’
felt a sudden flush of heat that had nothing to do with the afternoon’s
stifling temperature. The blatant seduction in Vin’s eyes and low,
throaty voice struck his nerves like the lick of flame against tinder,
igniting a fire in his blood. Forgetting the mailbox, and the frustration
it had caused him, he dropped his precious titanium steel screw
into the dirt at his feet and stared with undisguised longing at
the man who was his torment and his delight.
head was encircled by a sweat-sodden and faded red bandana, worn
to keep his long hair out of his face while they worked. Sweat dripped
from the ends of his hair and ran in rivulets down his face, throat
and chest, soaking into the Dallas Cowboys muscle shirt that clung
to him like a second skin. More sweat glistened on his sinewy shoulders
and tanned arms and darkened the worn and faded jeans that hugged
his trim waist, narrow hips and long legs. The jeans were threadbare
at one knee, ripped at the other and, as Chris knew only too well,
beginning to come apart at the top corners of his back pockets.
They were Vin’s “project” jeans, but the only project that interested
Chris at the moment was getting Vin out of them.
huh?” he rasped softly. He stripped off his work gloves and dropped
them into the clutter of tools lying forgotten at his feet, then
started slowly toward his partner. “How d’ you feel about … drillin’?”
eyes widened and a small, choked sound escaped him. Chris was advancing
upon him like a hungry cat, green eyes dark and deep, and, despite
the late-afternoon heat, he felt a shiver ripple through him. “Got
anything … in particular … ya wanta drill?” he asked hoarsely.
Chris pursed his lips thoughtfully, “I’ve got an idea or two.”
exhaled unsteadily, his eyes tracking back up to Chris’s sensual
mouth and fixing upon the enticing dip in the man’s lower lip. Unconsciously,
he licked his own lips, then slowly lifted his right hand and cradled
it lightly to Chris’s face, gently brushing the pad of his thumb
against Larabee’s mouth. “Always did like a man with ideas,” he
wave of heat went through Chris at that caressing touch and, stopping
only inches from the younger man, he reached out and set his left
hand at Vin’s right hip. “That’s good,” he said softly, raising
his right hand to push the long, wet hair off Vin’s neck, “’cause
bein’ with you always seems to give me … ideas.”
stepped closer into Chris and slid his hand from the man’s face
around to the back of his head, threading his fingers through the
sodden strands of Larabee’s golden hair. The heat from Chris’s body
seared into his own, igniting a slow boil in his blood. “Think I’m
gettin’ a few of my own,” he rasped as his cock surged impatiently
against the restraint of his jeans.
Chris whispered thickly as liquid fire pooled in his groin.
Vin trailed his hand down Chris’s head to his neck, then dragged
it around and down the man’s chest and stomach, finally allowing
it to stop over the fly of his jeans, “thought mebbe you c’d use
some practice findin’ holes an’ … fittin’ things into ’em.”
tried to speak but no words would come. His throat was every bit
as tight as his jeans and, with Vin’s eyes lit by that predatory
gleam and fixed upon him, it was all he could do breathe.
chuckled quietly and leaned forward, brushing his lips against Chris’s
in a feather-light, teasing kiss, then dropping them to nuzzle gently
at his whisker-stubbled chin. “Y’ need a shave, cowboy,” he whispered
on another breathy laugh.
slipped his arms around his partner’s trim waist and pulled him
close, delighting in the feel of Vin’s lean, hard body against his
own. “And you need a shower,” he murmured, tilting his head to capture
Tanner’s mouth in a slow, deep kiss.
groaned and pressed himself closer still, opening his mouth to Chris’s
gently insistent tongue and circling his arms around his neck, surrendering
gladly to this man’s pull upon his body and soul. The mailbox was
forgotten, the oppressive heat of the day disappeared. Nothing mattered,
nothing existed, save the craving Chris inspired in him, the need
that Chris alone could fulfill.
Chris still retained a shred of awareness, and it now set off an
alarm in his mind. He and Vin were at the edge of his property where
it fronted the oil-topped road that ran past, were locked in an
embrace in full view of anyone driving down that road. While traffic
wasn’t exactly heavy through here, still he did have neighbors and
they had been known to go into town on Saturday night. And likely
none of them would be thrilled to drive past two men plumbing each
other’s tonsils with their tongues.
pulled out of the kiss and smiled gently at Vin’s soft sound of
protest. “How ’bout we get the box mounted and take this inside?”
he suggested. “Like I said, you need a shower.”
mouth curved into a crooked grin. “You offerin’?”
raised two brows. “You interested?”
Vin cocked his head slightly to one side and frowned thoughtfully,
“I reckon I could use some help.” He winked. “You scrub my back
an’ I’ll scrub yers.”
laughed and shook his head. “Hell, you are so easy!”
shrugged loosely. “Could be. But at least I ain’t cheap.”
stared at him in disbelief. “You can be had for a back-scrubbin’!”
back’s only the down payment.” Vin grinned insolently and winked
again. “Trust me, yer gonna have ta scrub a lot more’n that before
you c’n screw anything inta my hole.”
Chris asked, “how’m I doin’ so far?”
were in the shower stall, hot water cascading over their bodies
and steam billowing around them. Vin stood with his back to Chris,
bent forward at the waist, his arms folded on the wash cloth rack
bolted into the shower wall, his head resting on his arms, feet
spread slightly apart. Chris was slowly rubbing shower gel over
his shoulders and down his back, his fingers stroking smooth, wet
flesh and kneading sinewy muscles, his eyes feasting on his lover’s
naked beauty and his thickened cock twitching in appreciation.
Lord!” Vin groaned in ecstasy as Chris’s long, strong fingers dug
deeply into his tired muscles and worked loose every knot of pain
and stiffness in them. He lifted his head from his arms, but let
it roll loosely on his neck, arching his back and writhing beneath
Chris’s masterful touch like a cat being scratched in all the right
places. “Almost makes havin’ ta put that goddamn mailbox up again
Chris repeated with a frown. “Only ‘almost’?” He trailed his left
hand to Vin’s hip and gently stroked the wet flesh there, then stepped
closer and bracketed his lover’s legs with his own, pressing his
body to Vin’s. Raising his right hand, he parted the sodden mass
of Vin’s hair and bowed his head, pressing his mouth to the nape
of Tanner’s neck. “Guess I’ll have to try harder,” he whispered.
exhaled unsteadily and shuddered as the feel of Chris’s warm, wet
mouth and warmer, wetter body against his own sent spikes of heat
shooting through him. “Oh, yeah,” he gasped breathlessly as his
cock surged to hungry fullness, “h– harder’s … good!”
licked, nipped and kissed his way down the column of Vin’s neck
to the hard knob of bone at the top of his spine, then sucked hungrily
at it. Still cradling his left hand to the other man’s hip, he slid
his right around to Vin’s chest, finding a nipple and closing his
fingers about it, pinching and rolling it into hardness. Vin gasped
sharply and pushed back into Chris, driving his ass into Chris’s
crotch and clenching his jaws as the man’s thick cock slipped between
he hissed as the slow slide of Chris’s hardness against his balls
sent jolts of electricity up and down his spine and along his every
nerve. “’S a helluva … power drill … ya got there, cowboy!”
know me,” Chris whispered tightly, his left hand now seeking Vin’s
left nipple. He rocked his hips slowly back and forth, fueling his
own hunger as he raked his cock against Tanner’s balls. “Right tool
… for the right job.” He nuzzled through Vin’s wet hair and found
an ear. “Man’s gotta take pride in his work,” he rasped, then sucked
Vin’s earlobe into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and teeth.
feared that any more pride might have him coming apart at the seams.
The slip and slide of Chris’s wet flesh against his own created
a delicious friction that not all the water in the world could douse.
With each kiss, with each caress, with each stroke of Chris’s dick
against him, his hunger grew sharper, deeper, more desperate, his
need for the man churning furiously within him and threatening to
consume him from the inside out.
it, Larabee!” he spat, thrusting frantically back against the man.
“Ya gonna fuck me or what?”
Vin,” Chris purred, scraping his thumbnails against Tanner’s nipples
and delighting in the hard shiver that ran through his lover’s squirming
body, “I thought I had to scrub your back first. You know,” he trailed
a hand slowly down Vin’s chest and over his flat belly, “down payment
for,” his hand wandered to the tender crease at the junction of
Vin’s groin and thigh and stroked lightly, “screwin’ practice.”
uttered a wordless growl and snaked his arms back around Chris,
grabbing his ass and grinding his own into the man’s crotch. “I
swear ta God, I’m gonna kill ya if ya don’t do somethin’ soon!”
he snarled desperately. “Uppity goddamn yella-haired sonuvabitch,
jist put it in the goddamn hole!”
shuddered and gasped harshly as Vin’s increasingly frenzied movements
against him sent his own need spiking and threatened to shatter
his control. For a moment, he was sorely tempted just to give in
and take the man here and now, but he fought back the urge with
an iron determination. Vin had been taking just a bit too much pleasure
in razzing him throughout the entire mailbox ordeal, taunting, mocking
and otherwise finding his one last nerve and stomping it to hell
with a malicious glee. He figured it was time for a little payback,
a little lesson in the folly of messing with Chris Larabee.
was gonna wring Tanner dry.
it in the hole, huh?” he asked musingly. “Well, see, there’s the
problem. Like you said earlier,” he swiveled his hips just enough
to rake his cock slowly against Vin’s balls, “seems my aim’s been
whimpered softly and dropped his head back onto Chris’s shoulder,
releasing hs hold on the man’s ass and sliding trembling hands down
to his powerful thighs, digging his fingers into the hard muscles
there. “Oh, God!” he moaned strickenly, suddenly realizing that
Chris had every intention of stretching this out. Of stretching
then snapping him in half.
course,” Chris slid his hands back up Vin’s chest to his nipples
and dragged his fingertips one by one over the hard buds, “could
be I was right earlier, too.” He felt Vin trembling against him,
heard the inarticulate sounds of pleading escaping him, and leaned
forward to press his mouth to his lover’s ear. “Could be I just
need you to hold it steady while I … drill,” he murmured, then dipped
his tongue into Vin’s ear.
closed his eyes tightly and clenched his jaws hard, the cords of
his neck standing out, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
He knew he should put up some kind of resistance, offer some show
of spirit, make at least some token effort to prove that he wasn’t
completely in Chris’s power. Except that he was. And he knew it.
Chris, goddamn him, knew it, too.
here we are again,” Chris breathed against Vin’s neck, his hands
again straying down to the man’s groin. Yet while his fingers fairly
ached to take possession of it, he carefully avoided any contact
with Vin’s cock, still determined to make this last as long as he
could. To make Vin last as long as he could. “Lookin’ for
holes and seein’ if I can get anything in ’em.” He flicked his tongue
against the sensitive skin just below Vin’s ear in a quick, cat-like
lap. “Think it’ll go better in here than it did outside?”
stiffened and groaned as that lick, quick and light as it was, touched
off a thousand lightning strikes within him. “Sure h– hope so!”
he gasped. Chris’s hands crept closer to his cock and he rolled
his hips, desperately needing their touch against his aching flesh.
But they only danced away, tearing a dejected moan from him.
in his own need, Chris ran his hands slowly over Vin’s body and
closed his eyes, savoring the feel of the man. Warm, wet and smooth,
supple flesh, taut muscle, hard bone; all of that and so much, much
more. “Well,” he rasped, “maybe it’s time we gave it a try.” He
reached down and pried Vin’s hands loose from his thighs, gripping
his wrists and raising his arms. “Hands against the wall, Tanner,”
he ordered huskily. He bowed his head and opened his mouth, dragging
his tongue along Vin’s left shoulder, delighting in the taste of
his clean, wet skin. “Assume the position.”
tried to speak, but his breath had solidified in his throat. He
tried to twist around, determined to capture that tormenting mouth
with his own, but Chris’s grip on his wrists was too strong, the
man’s entire body imprisoning his too securely. He dazedly wondered
if the ATF had any idea just how effective its training in immobilization
braced Vin’s hands against the shower wall, then set his left foot
just inside Tanner’s and kicked lightly at it. “Spread ’em,” he
urged. Vin did so, and Chris had to bite back a deep groan of pleasure
at the sight of his lover spread-eagled before him. Dragging his
left hand around to Vin’s back and then sliding it slowly down just
to the top of his tight, trim ass, he swallowed hard and reached
with his right hand for the shower gel, thumbing open the cap. “Gotta
make sure everything’s just right,” he said hoarsely. “You know
how serious I am about … screwin’.”
groaned and let his head drop forward, closing his eyes and clenching
his jaws and fighting not to beg. Or scream. His hands were up above
the level of his shoulders, his long fingers trying to gouge holes
in the tile, his toes trying to do the same to the floor. If Chris
didn’t fuck him soon, one of them was going to die.
slipped his left arm around Vin’s waist but held his hand up and
open and, with his right one, squeezed a generous portion of the
thick gel into his palm. “There’s an art to this, y’ know.” He snapped
the cap shut and replaced the bottle on the soap shelf with his
right hand, tilting his left one down just enough to dribble some
of the gel onto Vin’s thick, twitching cock. “It’s all in the preparation.”
jumped as the gel dripped onto his heated flesh, then gave a strangled
cry and shuddered convulsively as Chris spread the drops over the
head of his dick with the tips of two fingers. Unable to help himself,
his need more than he could stand, he began thrusting against those
fingers, desperate either to fuck or be fucked before he flew apart.
easy,” Chris crooned, laying his forehead against Vin’s shoulder
and removing his hand from Vin’s cock, wincing at his lover’s whimper
of frustration. He pressed his right hand to Vin’s belly and rubbed
slow circles into it, trying to calm him. “I’m gonna take care of
you, I promise. Gonna take care of us both.”
Chris, please!” he begged in a tattered whisper.
will.” He pressed a tender kiss to the junction of Vin’s neck and
shoulder. “Just hang with me a little bit longer.”
got … no plans t’ leave ya,” Vin rasped. “Might kill ya … but I
gave a throaty chuckle. “Romance lives.” He slipped his left hand
to his cock and slicked it with the shower gel, hissing sharply
as his own touch drove shards of pain into his needy flesh. His
right hand he slid around Vin’s hip to his ass and then down, seeking
the opening behind his balls. “Oh, yeah,” he whispered shakily as
he rimmed the tight ring of muscle with a slow finger, “we’re definitely
gonna need a bigger hole.”
opened his mouth to answer but loosed a sharp, wordless cry instead
as a finger suddenly pressed inside his body. He shuddered hard
and thrust down against it, uttering a deep and desperate groan.
Then another finger entered, the two working with agonizing slowness
and igniting a shower of sparks behind his eyes.
exhaled unsteadily and closed his eyes, dropping his head forward
against the back of Vin’s and slowly stroking his own cock as he
carefully stretched his lover’s hole. His breath came harsh and
fast, his every nerve on agonizing edge, his need pounding through
him in raw waves. When at last he felt the ring of muscle give,
he pulled his fingers free with a strangled growl and replaced them
with the head of his cock, then gripped Vin’s hips to hold him still.
ta drill, partner!” he rasped.
git it in the fuckin’ hole this time!” Vin snarled. “I swear t’
God– Shit!” The harsh cry tore from him as Chris slid into
him, as his body cramped in protest against the invading hardness.
But the pain was short-lived and was quickly swamped by waves of
pleasure. “Goddamn it, move!” he spat through clenched teeth.
Chris did, though with a slowness that was an agony all itself for
them both. Restraining his urge just to pound furiously into his
lover, he held himself to a carefully measured pace, pushing in
gradually until he was fully seated, pausing for long moments and
then pulling out every bit as slowly, holding himself and Vin suspended
over a knife’s edge of excruciating, exquisite pain. In, hold and
out, slowly, so slowly, taking Vin, making love to him, one
heartbeat at a time.
all but sobbed from the blessed torture. Chris filled him, threatened
to split him apart, then withdrew, raking against nerves and wringing
tears from his eyes. He was beyond speech, almost beyond breathing,
could do nothing more than try to drive his fingers through the
shower wall as he rocked back into Chris and impaled himself on
his lover’s flesh. Then a long, strong arm wound about his waist,
a firm hand wrapped around his cock, and what little reason remained
to him vanished as lightning seemed to engulf his whole body in
a searing flash of white heat.
stroked and pumped Vin’s hard, thick flesh in time to his thrusts
into the man’s ass, hand and dick working in concert to shatter
his lover ever so slowly. But not even he, for all his iron will,
could long hold back, could long withstand the demands of his own
body. With each long, sure stroke Vin’s heat wrapped around him,
engulfed him, welcomed him and beckoned him further, fueling his
own fire, his own need. All too soon he was lost in that need, lost
in Vin, and, unable any longer to hold anything back, began thrusting
harder, faster into the man and wringing at his cock with that same
wordless cries tore from them as they moved together, bodies locked
in an intimate, frenzied dance, souls forged by the heat of their
joining. Vin braced his hands against the wall and pushed back into
Chris, forcing the man ever deeper into him, then rocked forward
into that tormenting hand, unable to decide where his greatest hope
of relief lay. He dropped his head forward, rolled it to the side
and threw it back, clinging to the wall or clutching at Chris, his
body on overload.
was in no better shape. Consumed by his need, he abandoned all pretense
of control and let that need command him, driving desperately into
Vin and working his cock with a hard and merciless hand, loosing
the full force of his raging hunger upon his lover. He shifted his
stance slightly, altering the angle of his thrusts, then gave a
sharp, feral snarl and bowed his head over Vin’s shoulder, sinking
his teeth into Vin’s flesh as he raked his cock against the man’s
howled and drove back into Chris as twin waves of pain and pleasure
exploded through him. Again and again Chris hit that sweet spot
inside him, triggering volcanic quakes in his body and mind, and
all at once it was too much. Hot tides surged through him and he
howled again, then erupted in a shattering stream.
cum spurted over his hand in thick jets, the man’s ass clenched
hard about him, and Chris’s overwrought body could take no more.
Again and again he drove into Vin, then threw back his head and
cried out aloud as he shot his stream into Vin’s ass, bathing the
man’s bowels with his seed.
long, long moments they hung together, bodies cradling and supporting
each other, their entire world reduced to this blessed sensation
of oneness. Chris pulsed in Vin and Vin’s life thrummed around Chris,
two hearts beating in a single rhythm. Then slowly, slowly, Chris
withdrew from Vin and together they sank bonelessly onto the floor
of the shower, limbs still entwined as they huddled together under
the spray of the water. Vin dropped his head onto Chris’s shoulder
and Chris laid his against Vin’s, shaking hands seeking out and
gently stroking cooling, quivering flesh.
Chris finally croaked.
Vin whispered weakly.
somehow managed to pull Vin closer still, no longer certain where
he ended and the other man began. No longer certain such distinctions
mattered. “Helluva shower,” he sighed.
smiled faintly, easily able to feel Chris’s heart beating against
his back, and wound his arms about the ones wrapped around him.
“I do b’lieve yer aim’s back,” he slurred. “Didn’t have no problem
at all gittin’ yer screw in the hole.”
I just needed the right hole,” he chuckled. Vin brushed against
his limp cock and he laughed again when there was no response. “Think
you’ve drained my drill, though.”
sighed and nestled contentedly into Chris’s arms. “Reckon we could
both use a recharge.”
Chris closed his eyes and rested his head against the wall, then
frowned and cracked open an eye when he felt the cooling of the
water falling over them. “Tell you what,” he sighed, raising his
head with an effort and wondering where the hell his spine had gone.
“How ’bout we get outta here before we both freeze, then recharge
with some food? You do the potatoes, I’ll grill those steaks.”
good,” Vin agreed, though he made no attempt to move. “Could use
a bite of somethin’.”
well, I’m not feedin’ you in here, so get your lazy ass up and outta
snorted and shook his head. “Gotta hand it to ya, Larabee,” he drawled,
“yer real good at this after-sex sweet talk.”
grinned and gave him a playful nudge in the ribs. “I offered you
food,” he retorted. “What more do you want?”
water was definitely getting colder, stirring Vin from his lethargy.
Unwinding Chris’s arms and reluctantly pulling himself out of them,
he rose shakily to his feet and turned, then leaned forward and
turned off the water. “A bigger hot water tank would be nice,” he
muttered as a shiver rippled through him and goosebumps rose over
uncoiled his body and pushed himself to his feet. “Big, bad ATF
sharpshooter,” he chuckled as he moved to Vin and wrapped his arms
around him again. “Can’t even take a little cold water. And let’s
face it, Tanner,” he bowed his head and dropped a quick kiss against
Vin’s shoulder, “they don’t make a tank big enough for our hot water
turned in his arms and arched a brow, fixing an accusing stare upon
him. “Only ’cause yer so goddamned slow in gettin’ things goin’,”
he chided. “Hell, I thought you never was gonna–”
swooped forward and planted a sound kiss on his lover’s lips, effectively
silencing the coming tirade. “Shut up,” he growled against Vin’s
mouth. “Get out, get dry, get dressed, let’s eat. With a minimum
pulled away with a huff. “Awful damn bossy, ain’tcha?”
shrugged and smirked. “That would be because I’m the boss.” Vin
shivered again, and Chris reached past him to push open the stall
door. “Out. Now. You’re makin’ me cold just lookin’ at you.”
narrowed his eyes and scowled, but obediently got out of the stall.
“Then don’t look.”
stepped through the door and watched as Vin reached for a towel,
admiring the supple play of muscles beneath tanned skin. “That ain’t
gonna happen,” he murmured.
turned, grinned and threw him a towel. “Gettin’ ready fer round
two?” he teased.
regarded him warily, recognizing the glint in those blue eyes. “You
got somethin’ in mind?”
grin turned wolfish. “Was jist thinkin’ of another … project … we
could work on after supper,” he said, wrapping the towel around
swallowed hard, certain he was in trouble. “Oh?”
Vin tipped his head slightly to one side, ran his gaze slowly over
Chris’s naked body and licked his lips hungrily. Lord, the man was
beautiful! Still flushed from the shower and dripping wet, his long,
lean body radiated a coiled power and tensile strength even when
relaxed. Larabee was a fever in his blood, and that fever was rising
again. “Was thinkin’ mebbe we could have us some beers an’ do some
… carpenter work.”
Chris’s voice broke and he swallowed again, all too familiar with
how Vin’s mind worked. He was definitely in trouble.
know,” Vin turned away and walked to the door, then stopped and
threw a sly glance over his shoulder, “we git hammered an’ then
I nail ya.” He winked, opened the door and stepped through it into
the bedroom beyond.
simply stood there, holding his towel and and feeling a fresh surge
of heated blood to his cock as he watched his lover’s towel-clad
backside disappearing through the doorway.
that mailbox would be the only thing he’d have trouble keeping up
with Vin Tanner around.